my love for you, it doesn't sit… it grows all your lures and games are shipping me to sin you do me hunger… you do me thirst… and with all that, my kiss, it intuits your grins i have a sly gift to see you when you hate being seen my dream is my cat-sleep savored by you, — deep i'm your most coveted wish, my demons do you wildish like a fairy, i defy gravity, — i am as i'll be, there, for you doing you as do you like it, versified in my excellency

delicately, — microscopic snowflakes are dancing, — (charming my eyes) intimately, — give free rein to my imagination, decent to fall in love with you… again you, the simple man, — the moment of my silenced meditation, chiseled chic in my essence (begging…), to stay in bed and frenglishly to disassemble my sensations' labyrinth with your triggered longs

I wish You to wish yourself the Best Wishes, and any harm for you, to vanish flummoxed. I wish you fix and create only beautiful stuff, pivoting New Year on top of all that'll come. I wish… — it is the name of the place you are embodying its best effect, on you and some. 🎄 I wish You to understand You are the Wish. Not just for Christmas, but always. Yours I.🫦

today, like a climbing shrub, a big love bloomed out of me to perfume and to color life (mine, yours, and others') I have to admit, I'm beautiful just as much as I must be and brilliant, too, naturally I turn you on, I turn on others, as I'm turned on by you and by some as much as matters I transpire discreetness, enough to be felt and to not be disgusted I lie, but my lies are like a shadow you're seeking for in the torrid summers the truth of my truths is like the winter's sun, — shiny and prickly… at once I'm very skillful at some, but unskillful at others… as my fame and failures evil stuff has huge terror of my defy, which operates as antidote tool against 'em I have wishes, expectations but I don't expect 'em to be fulfilled; that gets me rid of mistakes you might be uninterested in me but as I said, out of me blooms effects just for others or some if my story vandalized your time by reading it for nothing, (reflect), episodic, you do similar w

the gravitational attraction is at home into this translation, rippled gracefully on creek's groove of longing's quench my tales' lips, so crystalline tenderized, interpret to you, sedated, on your cheek, words' silhouette, for you to absorb 'em in each crumb of your immune system meticulously, my narrative's blue eyes with their infinite fiends, authenticate you with their acting thrill equipped in yours and like Newton's disc, that certain thing‧‧ will roll in colors and all-white intensities, like the smile of this day, (D13), and a tchin-tchin 🥂, chic 🫦, à ma façon…

you… and I… write different stuff at unpredictable intervals of time; the experiment looks like a temperamentalish naked poetry; but in very deed, — it's a sense of humor in our mood; it's life's pulse we trapped in its battle scars and broken hearts; it's our dark sky of winter's leisurely crystallized by drones' foam; it's wish's degree pulverizing oneness to affect today, our atoms' thrill; it's a hug and kiss, sent and caught, (nervelessly), (for love shrills us both);